(From Detrius's Perspective)
When the arrow stabbed , I still did not understand where. The pain in my left eye showed where it had stabbed . I knew at that exact mont that my eye was lost. I could never get it back.
Werewolves could heal themselves, but not all wounds could be healed. What was lost could not be gotten back. My eye was lost, not just injured.
Then, another arrow stabbed . What had gotten at that ti? I was never like this. I was never supposed to be this weak. Sothing happened. Sothing was very wrong.
I had to withdraw. If I stayed, I would only make my force weak. I used the teleportation device to teleport back to my tent and I fainted there at so point.
When I woke up, I found myself in my tent but properly lying on the bed. The warmth of the room did not make feel as worse as that much warmth used to.
"Call yourself lucky that Blue doesn't care about appearance. She would have left you already."
The cocky voice could belong to only one person. That punk always had to be one step ahead in everything.
"Is that supposed to comfort ?" I asked. The pain was too much. I had never felt sothing like this.
"Just stating facts," he said.
I tried to sit up, but it was a little hard, though not impossible. There was a mirror on the table beside . The other table was full of surgery equipnt.
I took the mirror and took a look at myself. I was okay. I looked fine if it was not for the dark hollow socket where my black eye should have been. I always hated my eyes but never thought how it would be like to be without one of them.
"I look ugly," I said.
"I told you," he said. He was working on sothing with stitches and a piece of clothing. I tried to make sense of it with one eye. It was weird. I knew what he was doing. He was making sothing.
But the way I was seeing it was too strange. It was like I was seeing half of what I was supposed to see. If I needed to see further to my left, I needed to turn my head that way.
After a few minutes, Luc threw sothing on my lap. It was a black piece of clothing, stitched carefully into an eyepatch.
"The fabric is bad," I said.
"Just wear it, you dimwit! It will make you look presentable," he said.
I put it on. When I was a kid, I saw pirates having them in so books and always wanted to have one. My dream had been fulfilled, but I hated it entirely.
"How does it feel looking with one eye?" he asked.
"I can see your ugly face just fine."
"Won prefer my face more, you know."
"I heard won like black hair more," I said.
"But the combination of brown hair and gray eyes is more preferred," Luc said. "It is quite rare."
"Not exactly," I said. "I have seen people with your hair and eyes."
"Not as handso as though."
"That said, why do you care what won prefer? Ruby might need to hear about it."
"You said won prefer your face. Blue will need to hear about it."
"… She is jealous," I chuckled. "I didn't know that, but that dream…"
"Ah, yeah, that dream. I was surprised when she started telling about it."
"You made things worse only."
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"I said the truth," he laughed. He was sitting on a chair by my bed. I wondered how long I was unconscious and what happened back there after I left. But for so reason, I did not want to. I wanted to forget where I was for a little while.
Luc and I bickered at each other for a long ti. When he was about to leave, I told him to send a report which he did after a while. Apparently, he had it prepared. He knew I would ask him to make a report, instead of saying everything.
Blue had sent letters to Luc after Luc inford her of my injury. He said he did not ntion the whole thing as she might just go crazy.
I tried to walk around the tent as my muscles ached. I felt weak, but a little better than before. So, when Blue suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I dragged myself to her and pushed her down to the ground. I thought I was dreaming. There was no way she would be there.
But she was. When I realized it, I thought I would go crazy. Confusion, and endless questions clouded my mind. I also realized I had just fucked my pregnant wife on the hard floor. I had surely lost my mind.
She fell asleep after crying over how she had to leave the people behind in the mansion, even King Ford and Doctor Dimitri. If it was Doctor Dimitri, he would get out. I knew what kind of person he was. That guy could survive anything. And if King Ford did not survive, he did not deserve to be a King anymore.
And he did survive. Not just survive, he was well, as if he only forgot to change his clothes.
"I did not know you were this weak, King Detrius. This is disappointing," King Ford said. I wanted to smack him really badly.
"I know I was weak," I said. Although it sounded bad, it was also the truth. "Sothing happened back there. If I am right, there was so kind of particle in the air that caused my body to weaken and I could not think straight. My sight was blurry now and then and I felt dizzy."
"Then, why did it affect only you? Isn't that weird?"
"It is," I nodded. "But I was not myself. It's… I cannot put it into words, but I really felt like… I was being hunted using a different tactic."
He did not say anything, just nodded. Then, he looked at sleeping Blue and said, "Ask Blue."
"Ask her what? I told her about it."
"No, ask her if she could make so kind of gas or anything that will affect only one person," he said. "If what you said is what actually happened, then I can assure you it is not the work of a mage, but a dark mage."
"… Blue has recently discovered her power," I muttered.
"But you cannot ignore that she is gifted when it cos to making crafts," he said. "I saw how she worked. She was too focused and she knew what she was doing. I can see the potential. Trust , even if she doesn't believe it herself, she can make anything."
I could not disagree. Blue definitely showed signs of a high level of magical craftsmanship. However, I did not want her to risk her health by trying to make sothing when she was pregnant.
"I'm worried," I said. "I probably shouldn't have been so hasty…"
"What were the chains used for, King Detrius?" he asked suddenly.
"How much did you look into?"
"Almost everything. I take my chance," he said. "What were they used for?"
"You don't want to know what goes on in our bedroom," I said.
"… You didn't force yourself on her, did you?"
"What? No! I would never! If I did, do you think she would have loved ?"
"I don't know. Her ntal state should not be that good enough to judge between healthy and unhealthy."
"… I did not. That and physically hurting her are two things I would never do. And yes, no stalking. I don't stalk."
"There are a lot of other things that I can think of which are creepy and unhealthy, but at least, I hope you are not lying about not forcing yourself on her," he said. "That's sothing I will never forgive you or anyone about if you did it."
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